I realize now that the love harbored for her soul was mindless.
It was nothing to her,
no matter how many times she showed me it meant something.
I realize now that her heart was instead made of stone,
and not made of the gold I imagined it as.
I realize now that my daydreams became nightmares,
because she left without a word.
Nothing was spoken.
The air was dry and left untouched.
Because I loved her.
And she didn't love me.
An illusion I suppose,
but if the stars continue to shine,
and she continues to live,
I will be fine.
She hated me all along.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.